All my friends are heathens...

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Chapter 2

All my friends are heathens...

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》Lance《

Bang. Ow. Bang. Ow. Bang. Ouch.

She won't stop. Someone kill her. Someone tell her her eyebrows look wierd. That her makeup is runny.

Some one please save my poor..poor..dying ears from this mad-

"She's gone dude."

Slowly and cautiously I raise my sore head.

"Did she die. Did she! Did she bite off her tonge in the process of talking and then bled to death?" I say , almost hoping.

Jerry looked at me with an eyebrow raised and then just busted out laughing.

"I think you were hitting you head harder than you were trying to."
Jerry says chuckling at my imaginative words.

"No. I wasn't hitting hard enough. If im still cousicious." Rubbing my head and wincing.

Jerry laughs again and I just stare at him. He think this is a joke.

He catches my eye while laugjing and he slowly stops laughing when he realizes im not joking.

"Oh.."

"Yeah."

Sammie, in the middle of Mrs.Shoo's intro of what we are gonna be doing today, decides to move to the empty seat next to me and talk my ear off about some new ...hair extinsion brand..

Like...what the heck. Does it look like i wear freaking extensions!

"Mr.Waller, would you like to tell me the answer to this problem?"

Uuhhggg...kill me now.

"No." I say, sounding as bored as ever. Well that is becasue I was but ok.

"I'm sorry that you thought you had a choice in that. What I really mean is answer this question or leave my room." Through all of this she smiles and stares me down.

Like, what the hell. Is there something on my face?

"Oh, " I say faking obviousness, " I thought you understood I said no. Let me say it in a different way for you to under-"

"Get out!"

What! I didnt even finish my well planned answer. Oh well.

Grabbing my things , I turn to Jerry who's face is red from holding his laughter.

Thats about to change.

"WHAT! HOW DARE YOU SAY MRS.SHOO LOOKS LIKE A DYING BRITISH DUCK!" I say loud and clear.

That made him sober up real quick.

Making my way out of the classroom , leavjng the sound of that horrible british voice and a stuttering Jerry, made me feel immensely better. He was gonna get me back for sure.

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